The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Why are there zombies here?

All the experiences in the Hive Base came to her mind. Bruce almost suffered from zombie PTSD. She subconsciously rushed forward to kick her opponent and crush his skull. Then she remembered that she was wearing a bat suit. Batwoman could not kill humans - at least the "charred corpse" in front of her retained its human form. It was hard to say whether the citizens of Gotham recognized the T virus infected body. Maybe they really misunderstood that Batwoman had killed someone?

Plans must be changed immediately.

"Afuku! Start the Raccoon Project!"

"Okay... Project Raccoon, but what about Ms. Valentine?" The old butler, Alfu, said calmly. He took out a laptop from the drawer and typed a few commands to the artificial intelligence "Red Bat": "I'm afraid I don't have time to take her to the airport. Do I have to leave her in Wayne Manor? Miss Wayne, let me remind you that this is a very curious lady."

"I need help here. Give her equipment and bring her over." Batwoman on the other end of the communicator immediately made a decision: "Execute according to the Silent Guard plan."

"Silent Guard Project... OK."

Alfred said as he pulled up another document, glanced at it briefly, and sent out several encrypted emails according to the content. He closed the computer screen, stood up and looked out the window, his eyes passed over the river and cast towards the dark Gotham City. After a while, the old butler went to the basement, pushed a wheeled equipment box that had been packed long ago onto the lifting platform, and then walked towards the restaurant.

"Mr. Alfred..."

As soon as I stepped into the door, a female voice came from the front: "What's going on?"

The old housekeeper looked at Jill's slightly evasive eyes and said, "Did you enjoy your breakfast, Miss Valentine?"

"Eating at this time can't be called breakfast."

When it comes to time, Jill can't help but want to avoid the old man's gaze. Every place and every person in this mansion reminds her of her ridiculous drunken behavior yesterday. She was not this kind of person. When did she change? Bruce Wayne is indeed very charming, young and rich, elegant, knowledgeable, and has a rare pair of excellent athletic nerves.

Even have a lot in common with me.

But so what?

I am obviously a woman too!

I was just blinded by her! This shouldn't have happened!

Sober!

"I'm afraid I have to tell you some bad news." The old butler Alfred's voice brought my thoughts back to reality: "An infected person has appeared in Gotham City."

"...What?" Almost at the moment when the word was pronounced, Ms. Valentine was like a start switch was triggered, and the embarrassment and shame before were completely thrown away: "You mean the T virus infected body? Like Raccoon City? Where is it? How many are there?"

"Miss Wayne is working hard to save the city." Alfred sighed inwardly and began to fool around with ease: "She also needs my help now. I'm afraid you can only wait here. We will arrange a safe route to the airport as soon as possible."

"Don't treat me like a little girl." Jill frowned and refused: "I am also a member of the BSAA. I will never escape at a moment like this. Please tell me the details. Have you notified the authorities? If we are in the name of Bruce Wayne, they should not think we are joking, right?"

"Miss Wayne is already doing it."

Alfred shook his head: "I'm sorry, you don't understand the city of Gotham. If you want the authorities to fully realize the severity of the biochemical crisis, I'm afraid it will take more..."

"No need to say more, I understand."

Ms. Valentine also experienced the mansion incident. She and her group escaped death, but were eventually slandered and defamed by corrupt police superiors. Under the secret instructions of the Umbrella Group, the city's media even turned a blind eye to the evidence of the appearance of BOW.

Thinking of the now ruined Raccoon City, Jill suddenly saw the horrific scene of Gotham City full of various infected bodies: "We must establish a quarantine zone! Damn, Chris is not here... Is there anything I can do? Wait, BSAA has no legal authority to act within the Federation..."

"Obviously I can't stop you."

The old butler nodded. "Regarding the matter of legal action authorization, you just need to keep it secret, right? I mean, don't mention the BSAA to anyone. And you can't go to the scene in jeans. Come here, Miss Wayne has prepared a surprise for you."

"I don't need any surprises right now, Butler Pennyworth."

Jill sighed helplessly and followed the old man's pace: "In fact, I was going to ask you to borrow two guns... You must have guns, right? Miss Wayne is not short of money, and this is the Federation."

Seeing the box in front of her, she shut her mouth.

This thing looks like ammunition.

"Silent Guardian Suit."

Alfred unfolded the one-piece tights, as if introducing an expensive and exquisite antique vase. "This is an anti-BOW combat suit specially developed by Wayne Enterprises. It is specially reinforced against the bites of infected bodies. It has multiple special plating layers and this full-coverage helmet. Please don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that you don't need to wear a bulletproof vest if you have it."

"...For me?"

"Strictly speaking, it will be equipped with all BSAA combat personnel." The old butler said elegantly: "But we haven't had time to measure the body size yet, but you..."

"Ok."

Ms. Valentine blushed a little, but she still went over to pick up the combat uniform and found a room to change. When she came out, Alfred had already changed out of his butler uniform and was wearing a brown and black hunting suit. His whole temperament suddenly had a more dangerous aura. As a semi-professional soldier, Jill still trusted this intuition very much. She looked at him suspiciously for a few times and couldn't help asking, "...Excuse me, Butler Pennyworth, have you ever served in the army?"

"This is just what I wore when I went hunting." The old butler pulled the corner of his mouth, and after he put on a smile, the original weird feeling disappeared instantly: "I'm glad that I can still wear it. Here are some ordinary toys. I'm sorry that I can't provide better weapons in a short time."

As he spoke, he lifted the lid on the trolley.

"...This is called a normal toy?"

Jill glanced into the box and twitched her brows. "You rich people are so euphemistic."

“This is the Federation.”

Alfred shrugged his shoulders, "I'm going to start the helicopter, Ms. Valentine, when you're ready, meet me in the back garden."

......

10 minutes later, Blackgate Prison.

Boom!

Bruce shot the zombie in front of him twice in the head, and the zombie fell to the ground.

The bat suit she was wearing had long been replaced with new equipment delivered by the Batplane - this was an upgraded version of the combat uniform she wore during the previous Raccoon City Operation. The overall style was still that of an armored ninja, with thickened protection on the chest, waist, abdomen and hips, and raised soles of the feet, which had changed her physical features to a considerable extent.

In short, it has nothing to do with the image of Batwoman.

"30 seconds to arrive, Zero."

The voice of the old butler Ah Fu came from the headphones. According to the Silent Guard plan, he even changed the way he addressed his young lady.

"The venue is secure, meet me at the central square, over."

Leaving behind a group of nervous prison guards, Bruce climbed out of the broken iron window, checked the voice changer by the way, and walked straight to the central square of Blackgate Prison. The biochemical crisis in this place was temporarily resolved. After all, the number of infected bodies was not large, and it was no threat to Bruce.

Fortunately, there are no tyrants or lickers in the prison.

Unfortunately, she found used T-Virus injections in several cells.

Obviously, someone secretly planned this incident, and it is very likely that they intend to create the same disaster in other parts of Gotham City. Bruce did not have no response plan for this situation, but she did not expect that the crisis moment would suddenly come like this.

But strictly speaking, with the average Gotham citizen carrying three guns, Bruce is not worried that the zombies will cause too much chaos. She is more afraid that the mastermind will attack the water supply system, which is also an important factor in the tragedy of Raccoon City, so Bruce must prioritize the safety of these places.

"Releasing the ropes."

The helicopter in the sky slowly descended, and a rope was dropped down. Bruce grabbed the motor handle at the end, and was pulled onto the helicopter along the rope.

"Zero? Are you the one hired by Bruce?" Jill in the cabin took the initiative to greet her. Compared to Bruce, her tight combat uniform showed off her figure, especially the sexy waist-to-hip ratio. Just sitting there naturally added a bit of charm.

"Don't mention the name."

Bruce asked Jill to adjust the team's communication channel, and then pointed to the bridge entrance on the edge of the prison: "That is the only bridge on Heimen Island that is open to the outside world. The police will block it later. Let's go to the downtown area to check the water supply system, and then plan the next move."

"receive."

Jill had already learned the general situation on the way. Blackgate Prison was the usual place where Gotham criminals went after being arrested. Some special ones would be taken to Arkham Asylum, so she didn't have much sympathy: "Someone wants to attack the water supply system? Like in Raccoon City?"

"I hope not."

The meeting between the two women only lasted a few minutes. The helicopter, which had been rising all the way, had already approached the downtown water supply station. Here, close to the downtown clock tower, a few kilometers away was the Gotham Police Department. However, there were already flames on the ground, presenting a chaotic scene.

"Are you sure the reinforcements will arrive on time?" Jill asked loudly without looking back while checking the weapons: "And we...Oh Shxt! RPG-!!!!"

An RPG flew from below with a tail of flame.

The old butler Alfred, who was acting as the pilot, had been maintaining the altitude. The rocket-propelled grenade had a limited range and soon ran out of fuel and fell. Jill was sweating all over and took a small step back into the cabin: "What's going on? Are they the rebels?"

"Well, Ms. Valentine..." Alfred shook his head and smiled as if he was used to it: "Welcome to Gotham City."